This is the Weekly Challenge, where I post a topic and then challenge you to come up with a 100 word story based on that topic.
The family of sheep grazed placidly. Their life was simple. They slept, they ate, they slept, and everything in between. It was a normal sheep life.
Except for that black one. There’s always one who thinks he’s different.
The family rolled their eyes each time he tried to roar. The neighbor sheep laughed and called him “your little lion”. Mother sheep was absolutely furious.
The day the neighbor sheep were taken away to be slaughtered, begging for mercy, the little lion roared. The humans smiled and thought that was so cute, and spared the family’s life.
Who’s laughing now, huh?
Reality, not myth.
Don’t be too hard on me. It’s not like I’m that dentist who shot Cecil the lion.
In fact, I don’t endorse the needless killing of any animals – hell, if I didn’t enjoy eating meat so much, I’d even consider becoming vegetarian, (as long as I could still have bacon… And maybe, steak… And chicken).
But I’ll make an exception for unicorns.
Miserable, evil, smelly creatures: They deserve everything they get, and more besides.
Mythical is too good for them – I wish they were all extinct!
So yes, I shoot unicorns.
Don’t even get me started on dragons!
Raising The Dead
“Judging by the placement of the lion we know the lineage and judging by the unicorn we know the family but the present of the cherry gives us the royal personages king Author the Deliverer of lesser Britain in the year 2516. Lost in the incense and peppermint of time we call on your most noble name.”
“Did anything happen, Bruce?”
“Oh fuck, get me another parchment.”
Bruce tossed the pervious page in the corner and removed another from the gilded oak table. “Oh a three head squid and a marmot. This looks promising.” Chime the archbishop of Canterbury.
I signed up to Amazon Prime. I needed a service that would deliver on time, and according to my instructions.
I’d tried other options in the past, but the sort of things I order really can’t be left with a neighbour; not if you want to remain on good terms with them, or for that matter, still have neighbours. Neither could I afford to have parcels thrown over fences, or left unguarded on the porch.
Unfortunately, Amazon suspended my account.
Somehow, despite the ridiculous amount of packing materials, my lion escaped whilst in the van, and ate the delivery driver!
The scent of the incense offered to nonsense was all that prevented Alice from being forced to judge between the Lion and the Unicorn in their fierce competition for the position of Laureate of the Kingdom of Hearts.
“The lovely breeze, your Majesty, provides a delivery of the scent of your cherry red roses exceeded only by the splendor of your Majesty’s presence!” Alice said, in the manner that her sister had taught her for kissing up to authority figures.
“Shall we have Cook make us some cherry tarts?” asked the King, timidly.
“Off to croquet!” cried the Queen.
#667 Lion and Unicorn
The lion and unicorn were playing in the field behind the house yesterday just before sunset. I know because that is when I take my evening walk around the two acre wood. I get to talk with my imaginary friends then. I don’t often see lions in this field and I must admit that I have never seen a unicorn. My friends agree. Pooh Bear, Piglet, Eeore, and Tigger tell me they have not seen a unicorn here before. I must go back now because if I don’t they will put me in that jacket that makes me hug myself.
Pick two: judge & incense
Music by Aitua
The judge walked back and forth between the two pedestals. On each stood a single stick of incense. He had paced steadily for hours. As he reached one stand the defense stiffened and their eyes would bulge. As he approached the other, prosecutors would wipe the beads of sweat from their brow. All eyes would follow the judge back and forth.
Back and forth.
Well after midnight the judge stopped, reached over and lit the incense before him. The whole room sighed in relief that it had finally been decided. It was the waiting and not knowing that was worst.
Just because you have one talent, one skill, something no one else
possesses doesn’t mean flaunt it. When people thought I was crazy for
receiving alien messages directly to my brain, I was one in ten
thousand. When they figured out it was true, I was a one and only.
The Buglorforbekup race had a lot to say to everyone, giving every
country advice and assignments, and the world followed orders, all to
make a safer, better place. Our own utopia. But in our desperation
for that improved life, we and really I, ultimately created
complacency for an easy invasion.
Billbert waited for Roderick to leave before turning to Linoliumanda. “What? Are you mad at me?”
She shrugged and looked away. “No. Not mad. You shouldn’t judge what I’m going to say before I speak. If you’d given me a chance you’d see I wasn’t going to tell your secret.”
“I’m sorry. I guess I panicked.” He picked up Linoliumanda’s cherry red backpack, decorated with dancing unicorns and gryphons and handed it to her. “Thanks for standing up for me.”
She leaned close to him. “You can be sure. I’m not letting out the secret of my own private superhero.”
The men could smack Jill around and say the most horrible things, but when it was time to fuck, she had to be on top.
“They can’t choke you that way,” she told her pimp.
The Russians came to town, looking for a party.
All of the girls were there.
One guy got a little carried away with the blonde kid from Omaha, his hands squeezing her throat, and Jill walked in on them.
He shot them both.
When the pimp buried their bodies in the woods, he threw in the kid, then Jill.
“Jill always on top,” he said.